Beginnings

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today OW MY PENIS, MY PENIS IS BEING EATEN BY DEMONS BECAUSE THEY FOUND OUT I VIOLATED THE ZETA PRINCIPLES.”

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I can tell that zoos camped here.

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Jillian and I were both in the watchtower, that night that a lot of us first heard about it.

Skunk Delta’s voice came out over the radio, “Does anyone know how long we’ve had a goat room for?”

Immediately Commander Stipe’s voice appeared on the same band, and said, “Disregard Sierra Delta’s last.”

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It may not be the smartest to catcall the guards’ horses, but Gosh Almighty if we ain’t havin fun.

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This is the last dog.

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